Anyone who knows me is aware I am a prolific dreamer after I go into Snoozeland. I've run the gamut of dreams. I've killed Nazi's in WWII. I've been in some where I was a basketball coach at Davenport Assumption in Iowa which I was and at Rock Island Alleman in Illinois which I was. Here's the problem. I was the coach of both at the same time so when we played each other it was confusing. More to the point we lost the games--------both teams.
Last night I had an original one. For some reason I was in San Fancisco at the apartment of three guys around age 25. I was 100% certain they were gay. There were no outwardly reasons for this but since I was in San Fran with three guys it had to be true. Then weirdness kicked in. I was sitting across the dinner table from on guy and he was having lunch except his lunch was fish----------unskinned, uncooked, still alive bass. There were six on his plate. And then he'd pick up one head first and slide it down his gullet. This continued until all were gone. What the hell is this?
It turns out they we're gay at all. Truth be told one of them was getting married to a female in their apartment that afternoon. Could this be a Hallmark movie scene, I asked myself?
Well, eventually hundreds of well wishers showed up and that's when the story ends. I hope the couple lived happily ever after.
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